Over Owl Creek

A walk toward
the unknown edge
where everything disappears
the light turns brown
then black
in the cool rush of wind
at my back
when I am falling
toward the center
of this earth
not surprised at the depth
but only at the wry smile
of God
like my older brother
letting go
the first time
I rode on two wheels

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6 thoughts on “Over Owl Creek

  1. Love this poem, Matt! The motion, the falling, the wind, the light…swept me through the first reading. Had to read it a second and third time. And seeing different ways to read/interpret, I read it yet again. Great final image.

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